brain ewing

page 113 - Do you see this island? Look at how all the fields and enclosures work together, like a giant jigsaw. You can’t pre-plan this layout, it’s organic as shit. And do you know what happens if one of those little walls falls down? Not much. Resilience.And the island looks like a cool brain or the endless bifurcation of bronchial tubes.

Tom: “Ugh, I feel sick all of a sudden…”

Tom: “Just when I was starting to get over that cold, Matt and Edd go off and make me worry myself sick again…”

*knock knock*

Tom: “?!”

Tom: “The door…?!”

Tom: “Matt? Edd?!”

Tom: “!!!!”

Tom: “Holy crap, you guys–”

Tom: “H-here, I got you–”

Edd: “Tom…”

Tom: “Edd, your forehead …  It looks bad. Can you stand?”

Edd: “Not … really…”

Tom: “I-it’s okay, just come on. You can make it to the couch.”

Tom: “Okay, you guys made it, good job…”

Edd: “…agh…”

Tom: “Y-yeah, I know, just stay there, I’m gonna go get some bandages–”

Tom: “…What am I saying, of course you aren’t going anywhere. You two are practically unconscious.”

Tom: “…Anyway, I-I’ll just go get some bandages and some tylenol…”

~A few minutes later…~

Tom: “Okay, I’ve cleaned up their wounds and given them painkillers and thrown their dirty sweatshirts in the laundry … I’ve done what I can for now. Now I just need a moment to calm down…”

Tom: “…”

Tom: “God, what I wouldn’t give to know the bastard who did this is.”

Tom: “I’ll destroy them, whoever they are. No one hurts my friends and gets away with it.”

-Mod Matt

  • Psychic: *Reads my mind*
  • My Brain: AAAAAAH!
  • My Brain: 🎶Comin' outta my cage and I've been doing just fine🎶
  • My Brain: If a man were to eat his own stomach would he be full?
  • My Brain: Note to self - buy pencils
  • My Brain: When's the next MCR conce-oh, right.
  • My Brain: I want to die.
  • My Brain: Just reblog ONE more post.
  • My Brain: I freaking love Dan and Phil.
  • My Brain: asdfghjkl;
  • My Brain: wtf am I doing
  • My Brain: Yer a wizard Harry
  • My Brain: What if my hairdryer is a mini Transformer???
  • My Brain: I should reply to that text…NAH!
  • My Brain: Ew, something smells.
  • My Brain: 🎶Falalalalalalalala🎶
  • My Brain: Hehe…fish farts.
  • My Brain: …………
  • My Brain: Newton's 1st Law of Motion states that an object at rest will stay at rest unless acted on by an external force.
  • My Brain: [Insert dirty joke]
  • My Brain: I wonder what this psychic is thinking.
  • My Brain: 😊😩😑😘😂😒😟☺️😀😔
  • My Brain: My boyfriend is too cute 😍
  • Psychic: What the f*ck?

Whoa, I’m still alive, what a surprise. Hello :D

Aaaand this is the first time I actually sat down and tried to draw something digitally. And it’s not just useless scribbles, I guess?

They should be in chronological order but it would be easy to tell which one is first and which one I worked on the most anyway, so yeah.

I’m just gonna go.

[ @may-i-use-your-shower-please ]

At least I am not a murderer – and I was not covering one. That was what Chilton said to Jack after the man called him amoral and evil after reading a chapter from Frederick’s book, the one about himself.

Looking down at – oh god, his hand was still twitching – the body on his kitchen floor, Chilton had to take it back. But first – he had to puke. And then, do something about it.

Wiping the blood and – holy fuck, ew – brains, possibly, off his cane, he let the adrenaline guide him, mind searching for any ways of dealing with what just happened. Soon, the body was wrapped up nicely in one of his least favorite carpets, thrown into the trunk of his car, and Chilton was on his way to the only place that made sense.

Kind of.

May I use your shower, please?” he said, after the door opened in front of him and a familiar pair of eyes looked back at him. “I might – I might need your help, too. I just – I killed someone.”